Post 454: Focal therapy sounds good…
My constant friend is the TV remote.
I realise now, more than ever, that the world passes by on the TVs in our home.
We are not news people.
We mainly watch Netflix, so does that make us Flixers?
Only joking.
Whatever we are, we’ve slid into social decay since the wedding, largely because of the injury My Darling sustained.
She, with her right leg getting stronger every day now, keeps sitting me down to show me the improvements she can see and feel.
I’m underwhelmed.
I tell her I can see the improvements she’s pointing out, but really I can’t.
I don’t want her to leap back into normal life with her calf and ankle. I want it to heal properly and heal forever.
I realise that’s probably a wish that could take years to come true, and it reminds me just how bad this injury really was.
My Darling keeps saying, “I’ll never dance again. I was only dancing when it popped!”
But just look at the mess she’s in now.
It will be three weeks on Saturday since it happened, and this hot weather is certainly not My Darling’s favourite.
To me, though, it feels like a missed opportunity.
When did we ever last have weather like this?
1976?
Ever since then, that year has always been held up as the benchmark for drought and soaring temperatures that I remember so well.
Yet, with all the talk of escalating world temperatures, it’s only now, fifty years later, that we might finally beat the records of ’76.
What about the best-kept secret in prostate cancer treatment then?
I had no idea about focal therapy.
I’ll put the link here for anyone who wants to learn about it.
It’s not for everyone in the UK - only in England at present - and only if the cancer is confined to one area of the prostate.
But it’s a great new tool.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cwyq3lnndvxo
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So I’ve been set some monthly homework for my next writing group meeting on Monday.
If you remember, I couldn’t make my first meeting because of the sudden MRI appointment for my back.
This time I’m hoping I can attend and get some help with my writing.
I want to get better, and I’m sure I can improve, but I’m not convinced this is quite the direction I want to go because it’s more creative writing, whereas I’m struggling far more with punctuation and spelling.
The homework is a 400-word story entitled Mystery.
And that’s where I’ll leave it!
Ha ha.
I’ll let you know how I get on at the writing club.
Oh no!
And this isn’t part of the story, but I’ve double-booked myself again on Monday.
I’ve also booked the Mini in for its MOT.
Bugger.
My independence depends on that little Mini, and its test is at 3 pm.
The writing club runs from 2.30 pm until 4.30 pm.
I think I’ll have to get a mate to take my car to the Mot4U garage in town.
There we are…
Mystery solved!
Ha ha.
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I’m not that happy with my body right now because the back and pelvis pains are becoming continuous.
The pains across my pelvis and groin are the same ones I had before the steroids shut them down.
Of course, that relief was only temporary and now they’re slowly creeping back.
The back pain simply sits there in the middle of my spine and seems untouchable by the drugs I have.
The pain is something I’ll have to live with for now, but at least it gives the experts something to compare when they view and report on my forthcoming bone scan.
That’s the light at the end of the tunnel.
I just hope it’s fairly clear of lesions, although with my PSA now at 1268, the reality is that it’s probably a little worse than before.
I’ll cross my fingers for a lesion-free report when the results eventually come through.
Goodnight & take care.
